- Her: [into phone] Yeah? Only me to give presents to you? When are you going to give some to me? Oh... Oh, really, you did, huh... That time it lasted too little. What? Why are you being mean? With... With a red ribbon. Well, you'll see how. Yeah, I think it's for the best. Stop calling me that! I don't need to be treated like a doll. No, I'm not a little girl and I'm not a doll either. Why can't you act normal? Excuse me?
- Him: OK. What I'd like is to be able to meet my feminine version from... a parallel universe, you know? To be... interdimensional twins. Two people who would have the same... habits... the same desires... Two people who would want the same things at the same time. I'm so sick of the dissimilarities between people... Everyone around me goes insane. They're all delirious. It's exactly like that French guy with an impossible name said, "Any interpretation is a delirium." Science... art... philosophy... religion... are nothing but some interpretations of the world. Which means they're delirious. That's what I believe. Right? Don't you do too?